This is part 3 of the story 'Taking Work Home'. In parts 1 & 2 of the story, I had fallen under the sway of a female co-worker named Laura. In part 1, we hooked up for the first time while out drinking after work one night. It wasn't until we were in her bed that I discovered that she actually had a cock, whereupon she proceeded to give me a thorough face-fucking. Part 2 of the story took place several days later. While I was still trying to process the whole situation and my feelings about it, she came into work one morning and proceeded to roughly ass-fuck me in the copy room.
After these two incidents, I felt that I was perilously close to losing my grip on reality. The blows I had taken to my self-esteem and sense of manhood were exacerbated by the fact that, even though I felt like I had been forcefully taken and violated by Laura, I had obviously in some sense been a willing party to the degradation. Try as I might to explain to myself how I had allowed these things to happen, I couldn't. All I knew was that, when I was in Laura's presence, I felt like a frightened child. She was clearly unafraid to act on her basest impulses, and I was apparently her favorite target. Her power over me was mysterious and undeniable, and it terrified me to think that I felt helpless to stop the next inevitable incident.
Since that day in the copy room, Laura's behavior towards me was as randy as ever. She took great delight in taunting me and making sly references to her domination of me. In recent weeks, I had noticed her hanging out at work with Steve, one of our sales guys. I had never cared for Steve. He was smarmy, like most sales guys I had known, but also had that overgrown frat boy side to his personality as well. He was probably one of the popular jocks in high school, and had obviously never outgrown that mentality. While I was slightly surprised that Laura would find anything of interest in a cretin like Steve, it was clear that they both shared an appreciation for cruel humor. Somehow it made sense that my two greatest nemeses at work would find common cause together.
One day I was sitting in my cube, hard at work on a report. Suddenly my phone rang. It startled me, as I had been very jumpy at work lately (for obvious reasons). I could see from the phone's caller ID that the call was coming from a conference room near my cube.
"Hello?", I answered.
"Hey!", I heard Laura bark into the phone. "I need to see you right now!"
My heart sank. Shit, I thought. Please, not today. Just let me get through today unscathed.
"Why? I'm really busy."
"Well, I don't care if you're busy, I need to see you now! We're in the conference room." I heard a click as she hung up.
We? Who's this we? I immediately became nervous. My palms were sweating and there were butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't even hazard a guess as to what was awaiting me in that conference room. I only knew two things: it wasn't going to be good, and I had no choice but to go.
I made the short walk to the conference room and opened the door to find a surprise even more unpleasant than I could have expected. Laura and Steve were sitting together at the table, both sporting shit-eating grins.
"About time you showed up!" Laura said. Steve chuckled.
I came in and closed the door behind me. "What's this about? I've got some stuff I need to get finished."
"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. We have a much more important matter to discuss", she replied.
"OK, so...what is it?"
"Steve and I have been talking," she began, "and we're in agreement that your recent, shall we say, illict activities on company grounds should not go unpunished."
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. My face immediately began burning a firey red. Fuck! Being turned into Laura's bitch right in the office was bad enough, but I absolutely could not afford to let anybody find out. If word got out, I was through. And now here she was, making reference to it right in front of Steve. Had she told him? How could she?
"W-w-what are you talking about?", I managed to stammer.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," she responded icily. "That little show you put on in the copy room other day?"
"Show?" I was incredulous. She had walked in, bent me over a table, and rode my ass 'til it was raw. Now she was talking as though I had somehow orchestrated the whole thing.
"It was such an egregious violation of company policy, I felt I had to tell Steve about it", she said.
"You did the right thing", Steve said to her. They were both clearly enjoying their little joke.
"Thank you, Steve", Laura said. She turned back to me. "Anyway, Steve agreed with my assessment that you used your feminine wiles to trick me into fucking you in the copy room. And that, my dear, was very, very naughty."
This couldn't be happening. The room was spinning. So clearly Steve knew. Fuck. The one person at the company I wouldn't want to have know about this, and Laura had told him.
"Laura, this is completely inappropriate, and you know it", I said. I was trying to summon up whatever sense of anger or indignation I could muster, but somehow, in her withering gaze, all I could do was stand there sheepishly, my body language and posture completely belying the intent behind my words.
"Oh, I'll say it was inappropriate", she said. She suddenly stood up and took several steps towards me. I instinctively took a step backwards. She stood before me defiantly, hands on her hips. "Quite frankly, I feel I have no recourse but to go to Mike about this."
Mike was our CEO. Because we were a fairly small company, everybody knew Mike and Mike knew everybody. He and I had a good working relationship, and got along well. But if he knew about this, well, it would clearly be the end of my job, and could quite possibly jeopardize my entire career. Was Laura bluffing? Would she ever really tell him? It seemed hard to believe; after all, she was just as culpable as I was. Just what the hell was she doing? As always, I felt like she was three steps ahead of me.
"What the fuck are you talking about?", I asked, dumbstruck.
"Look, I don't want it on my conscience that you're running around the office seducing people into sticking their big dicks up your ass", she replied. I heard Steve trying, without much success, to suppress a snicker. Laura was taking great delight in introducing me to new lows in humiliation.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I felt utterly defeated. I quickly realized that the only way to play her game, as per usual, was to go along. "Look", I said. "Please don't tell Mike."
"Don't tell Mike what?", she asked, arching one eyebrow.
"What happened", I responded after a pause.
"That you're a foul temptress that likes to make people fuck you in the ass?", she asked. Steve chuckled again.
The look in her eyes was enough to tell me that she had no intention of making this easy on me. My shoulders slumped. "Yes", I responded.
"Say it", she said.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Please don't tell Mike that I'm a foul temptress that likes to make people fuck me in the ass."
"That's better", she said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. She paused a moment, as if considering her options. "Listen, I know this is a big problem for you, being a dirty little whore that loves dick. How do I know this won't happen again?"
My eyes were fixed on the floor. I didn't see much purpose in responding, as I was clearly just a prop in her little play, whatever it was.
Laura paced back and forth for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought. "Hmm...what can we do about you?", she murmured aloud. Finally she stopped and turned to face me again. "Alright, listen", she said. "I think we all know this is likely to happen again. So, I'll tell you what. Because of my selfless nature, I will volunteer to take the brunt of your behavior, so that none of our co-workers need to experience the kind of harrassment that I've experienced."
I looked up at her, my confusion showing on my face.
"So", she continued, "from now on, whenever you feel yourself in need of some cock in the workplace, you are to come to me and only to me."
Again, I could say nothing. She had planned this all out, and there was nothing for me to do but hope it would be over soon.
"In fact", she said, "I think you want some right now, don't you?"
"W-w-what?" I finally managed to stammer.
"Some cock", Laura repeated. "You're thinking about sucking my cock right now, aren't you?"
"No", I replied, grasping at straws in an attempt to end my torment.
Laura paused and said nothing for a moment. Then, she slowly lifted her arm and, with her index finger extended, motioned for me to come to her.
I honestly don't know where the impulse came from, but before I knew it, I was walking towards her. It was as if my body was trying to tell my brain to just give up and give in.
When I was standing before her, Laura put both her hands on my shoulders and gently but forcefully pushed downward. I dropped to my knees, my face now inches from her crotch. Laura took her hands away and put them on her hips. She looked down at me and arched an eyebrow.
"Well sweetie", she said. "I think you know what happens next."
I looked down from her face back to her crotch. I could now see the beginnings of her hard-on starting to put a rise in her skirt. Slowly I reached down, grabbed hold of the hem, and pulled up. There it was, poking out at me menacingly, just as long and hard and thick as I remembered. For a moment it flashed through my mind that this monster had been in me - all the way in me. I almost winced at the memory. Now, it was about to be in me again.
By now, it was clear that there was no point in waiting for further command. I reached out with my right hand and wrapped it around her shaft. It felt hot to the touch, pulsating and alive. Without further ado, I leaned in and plunged the head into my mouth.
"That's it", Laura said softly. "That's a good girl."
I quickly began stroking her cock as I sucked it. I can clearly remember every sensation...the friction of the underside of her cock against my tongue; her pubic hair brushing against my nose; the way I could feel her clenching and unclenching her ass muscles as she fed her pole into me. I suddenly realized, to my horror, that I had sprung a serious erection of my own. Apparently, Laura noticed the bulge in my pants as well..
"Oh yeah!", she said approvingly. "See? I told you she'd like it, Steve!"
I heard Steve stand up and crane his neck for a better view. "Huh", he said. "Would you look at that. You were right; she really is a cock-sucker!" They shared a laugh as my face reddened in shame. If there was anything more humiliating that Laura ramming her dick into my mouth while getting taunted by an overgrown frat boy, I didn't want to know about it. Unfortunately, the degradation was just beginning.
"You know, Steve", Laura said after another minute or so of sucking, "she's got a pretty tight little ass too."
"Oh yeah?", Steve replied. "Huh."
"Oh yeah", Laura said. "Shit, I must have pumped about a gallon into 'er. The bitch milked me dry!"
"Well isn't that something", Steve said in mock surprise.
"Well, I'm just sayin', you might want to consider trying a piece."
A chill ran through my body. This couldn't be happening.
"Hmm, I don't know", Steve said. "That's not my normal thing."
"Oh, please", Laura chided. "This bitch is more girl than I am. Look at her, for christ's sake!" I could see her gesture with one hand towards my head, bobbing up and down on her cock.
"Well, you make a good point there", Steve agreed. He stood up from the table and began walking around towards us. "It was been a couple of days since my last piece. I suppose I could take 'er out for a ride!"
Laura reached down, grabbed my chin with one hand, and roughly jerked my head up so that I was looking at her, while keeping her dick in my mouth.
"Now listen", she said. "I'm going to allow you two cocks today, but that's all! OK?"
She jerked my head up and down, nodding 'yes', which had her and Steve practically in stitches. Then Laura took a step backwards, her rod popping free of my mouth. She pointed to my shirt.
"Off", she commanded sternly. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it.
She pointed down to my pants. "Off", she barked again. I slipped off my shoes. Then I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and briefs, sliding them out from under my knees and off my legs altogether. I was now completely naked save for a pair of dress socks.
Finally, Laura pointed at the ground in front of me. "Down", she commanded again.
I leaned over and got down on all fours. I felt completely exposed, vulnerable. Laura stood in front of me, her cock still poking out from beneath the folds in her skirt. Behind me, I heard Steve start to undo his belt.
Laura knelt down, put her hands on either side of my head, and abruptly jammed her dick back in my mouth. She proceed to face fuck me, more vigorously now that before. Her balls made a slapping sound against my chin.
Meanwhile, Steve had kneeled down behind me. He put his knees in between mine and spread them wider. I felt him put one hand on the small of my back to steady me. At that moment, I was almost thankful to have a mouthful of cock preventing me from turning around to see one of the most hated people in my life lining his dick up to penetrate me. He didn't make me wait long. With all the subtlety of a bulldozer, he jammed the head of his cock into my ass. I yelled, but it was muffled by the blowjob I was giving Laura.
"Oh my god!", she squealed in glee. "Steve, do that again! That felt really good!"
"No problem", Steve replied, grunting as he made a second thrust into my ass. Again, my cry was smothered in Laura's crotch. She laughed. "Oh my god, that feels so awesome!"
Pretty soon, Steve had worked himself all the way into me. I was now completely impaled on cock at both ends. They seemed each to be in their own world, vigorously slamming themselves into me. The time for jokes and pretense was long over. They were having their way with me, and getting every penny's worth.
Although we were all trying to be quiet, the room was filled with our grunts of exertion and pleasure. Laura's cock was slick with my saliva and was pistoning in and out of my mouth at a furious pace. Meanwhile, it was all I could do to steady myself against the onslaught of Steve's mighty thrusts, slamming into the backs of my thighs with a loud smacking sound as his dick drilled my ass relentlessly.
Suddenly, we heard a clicking sound. My heart felt like it froze and then exploded in an instant as I recognized the sound of someone entering the room.
We all turned to look (me still with a mouthful of cock, of course). My heart sank. It was Megan. Perhaps the last person on the planet that I wanted to see walk through that door.
I'd had a crush on Megan since she joined the company about a year and a half ago. I'd never had the courage to act on it. We'd become friends, not to the point of hanging out outside of the office, but certainly very pleasent and friendly with each other at work. I'd vowed to some day work up the courage to ask her out, but I kept finding excuses to chicken out. Now, here she was, obviously stumbling into a situation she was completely unprepared for. And here I was, down on all fours, naked, Laura kneeling in front of me with her dick sliding in and out of my mouth, and Steve kneeling behind me, fucking me in the ass.
"Oh my god!", Megan exclaimed.
"Ssssh! Quick, shut the door!", Laura hissed. Confused and unsure what to do, Megan slipping quickly inside the room, peeking behind to make sure no one had seen her, then shut the door. She immediately started looking away, trying hard not to look at the spectable before her.
"What is going on?!?", she cried, clearly upset at the scene she had stumbled upon.
"It seems we have a little bit of a hellion in our midst", Laura said, still holding on to my head and she continued to thrust into my mouth. "So, Steve and I are just trying to...uh...steer her down the right path."
"Yeah", Steve said, turning to look at Megan. "We're doing a little...outreach."
"Oh...OK", Megan said slowly, still obviously confused but apparently willing to accept whatever half-assed answer they two of them conjured up if it meant she could get out of the room quicker. "Well, listen...you're secret's safe with me. Uh, carry on!" With that, she hurriedly exited the room.
Laura and Steve burst out laughing. I couldn't believe the humiliation. The girl I had been fixating on for 18 months had just seen me getting double-teamed in a conference room at work.
"Hey, you know Steve", Laura said. "You should try this hole up here too. Yummy!"
"You're on!", he replied. "Switch!"
They each crawled around me on their knees, changing places. By now, they were clearly in a zone and had no interest in wasting time. Within seconds, each had jammed their cocks back in me and resumed pounding away at my orifices. Steve's dick was bigger than Laura's, and my mouth had to stretch even further to accomodate it. Like Laura, he had a penchant for long, hard strokes that drove his cock to the furthest reaches of my throat. Laura herself, meanwhile, had quickly set in to her task of ramming my asshole with punishing strokes of her own, seemingly putting all her weight into it.
A few minutes passed with no sound other than our moans. I could tell that they were both near orgasm. Their breathing became more rapid, their thrusts even more frenzied. Steve had released his grip on my head and now simply had his hands on his hips, pumping them back and forth as he drove his cock into my mouth.
"Oh shit...oh fuck!", I heard Laura groan behind me. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!"
I felt the first wave of her sticky fluid rush into my anus. "Ohgodohgodohgod", she muttered incoherently, clearly in the throes of a real earth-shaker. Suddenly, she yanked her rod out of my ass and began stroking it furiously. Jet after jet of hot cum splattered against my ass, soaking my crack and dripping down the insides of my thighs.
"Oh yeah", Steve grunted. "Shhhiiittttt.......".
He grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, and with the other yanked his dick out of my month and began jerking himself off. The first shot hit me in the cheek. The next two or three hit dead center, covering my nose and lips. I opened my mouth just in time to catch the next one, coating my tongue. He roughly jammed his pole back inside me and, using his hands, bobbed my head furiously up and down on it. Within seconds, I had another mouthful of his hot jism. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but some still managed to leak out the corners of my mouth.
All at once, the room was silent, save for our labored breathing. Steve tried to stand up but staggered and had to lean against a chair.
"Holy shit!", he said, chuckling. "That bitch can fuck!"
"And suck!", Laura added enthusiastically.
They slowly gathered their clothes and re-dressed, clearly lacking energy after spending it all on (and in) me. They spent a moment smoothing out their hair, trying to look normal, like they hadn't just gang-banged me in the conference room. Meanwhile, I had remained in position, on my hands and knees, cum dripping from my ass and face.
"Hey Steve", Laura said absent-mindedly as she tried to rub a wrinkle out of her skirt. "Where's that meeting we have with Mike in 15 minutes."
"Hmm, lemme think. Oh, you know what?...it's in here!"
"Oh yeah!", Laura replied. "Hey, we better go get ready!"
They started to walk out of the room. As they were about to exit, Laura turned to look at me. "You might want to go to the ladies room and clean yourself up a bit, hon", she said. I heard them laughing as they closed the door behind them.